The sleek black limousine pulled away from the curb, carrying them through the glittering city toward Xavier's mansion in the hills, where the masquerade ball awaited. Selena stared out the window, trying to lose herself in the blur of lights rather than dwell on the significance of this day.
Five years ago, she had committed the ultimate betrayal. Five years ago, she had looked into the eyes of the man who loved her and watched as he had been shot—once, twice, three times—watching as shock, pain, and finally understanding flooded his gaze before he crumpled to the floor.
Xavier's phone rang, interrupting her dark thoughts. He checked the screen and a lascivious grin spread across his face before he answered.
"Valentina," he purred into the phone, not bothering to lower his voice. "I've
